All Chapters of Secrets with Mr. Professor : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Charlotte’s povThe race back to the house went in a blur as I could barely stop crying as Lucas’s words kept replaying in my head.I had opened up to him about my trauma and told him every single thing about me, but he chose to stab me behind my back and treat me like the problem.By the time I got back to the apartment and saw the effort I had put in to make him happy, I was quickly filled with rage. If he wanted to make me feel like shit while he cheats with my best friend, I was going to show him that two can play the game.Wiping my tears angrily, I marched over to my closet and pulled out a dress I had bought on a rare whim but never had the courage to wear. It was an emerald slip dress that fell to mid-thigh and also had the low-cut neckline and open back that accentuated every single curve of my slender frame, hugging my hips.I hurriedly applied light makeup to hide my red eyes, before styling my hair.Tonight, I was going to have the fun I had been deprived of for months.An

Charlotte’s povHe didn’t wait for me to recover from the shock of his words before he turned and walked away, leaving me alone in the empty room.I didn’t know what to expect. Hell, I didn’t expect to bump into my one-night stand, but at the same time, I didn’t expect this coldness from him.After class, I walked back to my apartment in a daze, with my knees still shaking from the double dose of humiliation. First Lucas, then Zade. It felt as if the entire universe had conspired to strip away my worth in a single weekend.I unlocked my apartment door, looking forward to decaying in my bed all night, but instead, the heavy scent of cheap gin and cigarettes hit me the moment I stepped inside.My breath caught as I slowly pushed the door open wide, with my gaze landing on the living room sofa.Oh no."Well, look who finally decided to show up," a voice slurred.My mother, Leora Willy, sat on my couch like she owned the place. Her bleached-blonde hair was tangled, her clothes were wrinkl

CHARLOTTE’S POV“I’m here,” I said quietly as I stood outside Zade’s estate the following morning, my fingers tightening around my bag while memories of my destroyed apartment replayed in my head. I hadn't slept properly, but fear had left me with nowhere else to go. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the broken furniture, ruined mattress, and those words painted across my wall. Twenty-four hours had become even less, and I couldn't afford to waste another minute.The gates opened after security confirmed my name, and I walked toward the house with my heart pounding. I expected Zade to gloat over my surrender, but when I entered his study, he was already waiting with a folder on the desk, his expression completely composed. He looked as though nothing had happened between us the previous evening, which somehow made me even more uncomfortable.“You came,” Zade said, turning toward me as his eyes settled briefly on my face. “I assume you've made your decision, Charlotte, and I hope you'

ZADE’S POV“Run the footage again,” I ordered, standing behind the security monitor as the image of Charlotte entering the estate appeared on the screen. “Slow it down from the moment she passes the gates. I want the photographer, the vehicle, and every movement around the property during those five minutes,” I instructed, keeping my eyes fixed on the screen.The footage showed Charlotte walking through the main gates while the vehicle responsible remained outside the estate's primary surveillance perimeter. Whoever had taken the photograph had positioned themselves perfectly between two blind spots, far enough away to avoid detection but close enough to capture a clear image of Charlotte. That wasn't luck. It required knowledge of my security system.“Whoever took this knew exactly where our cameras couldn't see,” I said, folding my arms as the footage played again. “Nobody unfamiliar with this property would know that position exists, so I want the list of everyone who has ever had

CHARLOTTE’S POV“Are you seriously going to stand there pretending you don't know me after disappearing for an entire night?” Sophie asked as she caught up with me near the university entrance, her eyes immediately moving over my new clothes before settling on my face. “You vanished after those men attacked your apartment, and now you've shown up looking completely different, wearing clothes that probably cost more than everything in your wardrobe.”I tightened my grip around my bag and forced myself not to glance toward the road where the luxury car that had dropped me off was disappearing. Zade's staff had replaced almost everything destroyed in my apartment, and although I'd chosen the simplest outfit they provided, there was nothing simple about it. Even my bag looked expensive enough to attract attention.“I had a difficult night, Sophie, and I had somewhere I needed to be,” I explained as I adjusted my sleeve, deliberately avoiding her questions about the car and where I'd staye